Stuck Between Twin Alphas

Chapter 4

Aurora

Going to a party this early was bound to ruin things. I had so many plans for how I wanted my time to go in Alchemia, and partying or getting drunk with people wasn't even on the list.

Later in the day, close to six in the evening, Stella returned, looking giddy and practically hopping on her feet. She greeted me and went over to her wardrobe, bringing out a silver dress that had already been pre-ironed. She admired it with a little sigh before putting it on the bed and going to take a bath.

It seemed like she was also going for an outing as well. Could it have been the same party the twins invited me to?

She came out of the shower, already drying off her body. In an excited flurry, she got ready. When she finished, she checked herself out in the mirror, and caught sight of me staring at her through it.

“Aren't you coming for the party?” she asked.

“I . . . don't do parties,” I said a little awkwardly, almost feeling ashamed.

“Oh, I understand. I'm not a big fan of them, but it's not the typical crazy party. This one is organised by the school, so it's going to be pretty tame. There are chaperones and all—although that doesn't stop people from getting into questionable trouble.” She chuckled. “How about now, would you like to attend?”

My resolve started to gain cracks. “I don't know. . .”

“Look, you don't have to, but just come and see for yourself. I promise if you aren't having fun you can always let me know and we'll come back to the dorm together. Deal?” Her pretty eyes sparkled as she smiled, and in that moment all my inhibitions flew out the window.

What was the worst that could possibly happen?

—

I hadn't been expecting a lot from the party, but it was impossible to deny the effort that had been put into it. The hall was expertly decorated, with shiny red and silver ribbons and confetti flying everywhere. At the center of the hall, attached to the ceiling, was a large banner that read “Welcome Back To School!” in bold letters.

The atmosphere was not what I had expected. It appeared like the kind of party that a person could just reminisce about their childhood in. As Stella had said, there were indeed teachers in the mix, moving around and checking that things were in place.

“So, what do you think?” Stella asked me as soon as we'd settled down by one of the sitting areas where chairs had been placed.

“It's not what I expected,” I replied honestly.

“I told you it was a harmless party.” She stood, brushing her wavy hair over her shoulders with a gentle push of her hand. “I'll go and get us some drinks. They make the best juice at these parties.”

I nodded, and she went off towards the bar.

Now on my own, I started to feel like I was being watched. My dress wasn't exactly bad, but as I looked at the other expensive dresses that other girls at the party wore, I couldn't help but feel a little out of place.

“A penny for your thoughts?” a familiar voice said to my left. I turned, and saw Francis walking over to me. His hair looked almost white from the glare of the overhead lights, and the blue of his eyes appeared so light in colour that I couldn't detect his irises until he took a seat beside me.

I found myself getting carried away by how handsome he was again, so I looked away from him. “Why can't you just leave me alone?”

“You know why.”

I shook my head, getting up from my seat. “No, I don't. I didn't do anything to you guys, and here you are trying to make a fool out of me.” Grayson was also approaching at this time, and again his eyes were fixed on me intently.

Francis moved a little closer, and I became hyper-aware of his presence. The wolf in me enjoyed the attention. “We didn't mean to make you feel like that. But this is new to us as well, okay? You're our mate, and we are yours—”

“Can you just cut the crap already?” Someone interjected. It was Ross, looking absolutely dapper in a shirt that he left open all the way to his chest, and black pants. A cross pendant on his neck glimmered in the night. “You're boring the poor girl.”

Francis groaned, rolling his eyes. “Go bother someone else, alright?”

But Ross didn't go away. He stepped up to us. His dark eyes went up and down my body swiftly, before stopping at my face. The simple action was enough to restore some measure of self-confidence. “Hey baby,” he said huskily. “Ready to ditch these guys yet?”

People who had earlier been enjoying the party, soon started to turn their attention to us. Once again, I was being put in the spotlight against my wishes.

Francis shook his head. “Ross, I'm warning you—” But Ross was already up in his face, and shoved him by the chest. Those watching burst into shocked gasps. The music faded.

With a mischievous grin, Ross pressed a finger into Francis’ forehead. “Yeah? What the f**k are gonna do about it, sunshine?”

With his growl alone, I knew Francis had been provoked. An oppressive aura pulsed out of them as they stood, stirring up thoughts of submission within me.

“I've had enough of you,” Francis said, before ramming his fist into Ross’ face. And just like that, chaos ensued.

Stella returned, and her eyes went wide as she took in the fight happening. “Stop!” she screamed, trying to get between the fighting males, but Grayson held her by the waist, pulling her away.

I merely stood there, unable to fathom how two grown men were apparently fighting because of me. Me. A mere Omega.

Before the commotion could escalate, one of the chaperones found us. A tall dark woman with a baby bump. “Alright, break it up,” she said, and immediately, the tension diffused. Francis and Ross separated, panting and glaring at each other.

She placed her hands on her hips, looking at us like we were a bunch of wild cubs. “I don't get paid enough for all this nonsense.” Her eyes fell on each of us in the fighting circle. “All of you, to my office, now!”

I couldn't be getting in trouble again. “But ma'am—”

“You'll give all your explanations in my office,” she interjected, already walking away but expecting us to follow.